Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 943 Crybaby Not everyone is born with the right to cry out in pain or fear.

No - Perhaps Selena was once able to cry out too.

It was just forcibly taken away from her later.

The old butler, with his worldly eyes, showed a hint of pity and suddenly smiled kindly, "The young lady can say it." Leia looked at him with a bewildered expression.

The butler patted the little girl's shoulder and looked up at Selena's room upstairs. "The young master will make her say it." Even if it is not said now, it will definitely be said in the future.

How could heaven not let such a pretty and strong girl have anyone to care for her? The man who cared for her the most in the world, guarded her every step of the way during her coma for three days and nights.

Selena suffered from the poisoning, but the one who suffered the most was Osvaldo.

Every bit of pain she endured was multiplied and rebounded onto that man.

Next...

Leia followed the butler's gaze and remembered Osvaldo's breath during Selena's three-day coma, making her shiver.

At the same moment Selena woke up from her coma, Vivian walked into a cafe.

It rarely rained in the winter capital.

Especially for this kind of drizzle that seemed to be in spring or autumn, it was unprecedented.

Even the wind seemed less cold.

But this rare good weather was not enough to improve Vivian's mood.

Ever since Selena inexplicably fell into a coma, the entire Shaw family had been in chaos.

They did hope Selena would die.

But the premise was that the Shaw family was not the one being scapegoated! Although her mood was not good, Vivian still chose to go after receiving that text message.

It was because the content of the message was too tempting for her to refuse.

The cafe was empty, and as soon as Vivian walked in, a waiter walked up to her. "Miss Shaw, please come this way." Vivian snorted and raised her hand to tidy up her coat and hair before following the waiter in high heels into a private room.

There was someone sitting inside.

As soon as Vivian saw the figure sitting by the window, seemingly listening to the rain, her face showed a trace of surprise, followed by an expression of disgust. "It's you?" The woman turned her head and showed a graceful and intellectual smile. "Miss Shaw, please sit." Vivian narrowed her eyes. "You sent the text message to me?" The woman nodded. "Yes, | did." Vivian sneered and looked down upon the woman's face, then turned and walked away.

The woman elegantly stirred her coffee, with alluring red lips. "Miss Shaw, don't you want to be the Anderson family's lady?" Vivian's hand on the door suddenly stopped.

The woman continued, "Miss Shaw, are you really willing to give up the man you have loved for over ten years and hand him over to someone else?" Vivian's fingers tightened, but she eventually walked back and rudely threw her bag on the table, sat down in front of the woman, and stared at her face, warning coldly, "You better make sure that what you say next will satisfy me, otherwise, you will regret it!" The woman wasn't angry and smiled, "I dare to send that message because | am confident that | can help Miss Shaw get what she wants." Vivian sneered arrogantly, "How are you going to help me? Are you going to be a despised third party like you?" "Miss Shaw cannot be like me," the woman's delicate fingers pushed a strand of curly hair behind her ear, "You are the young lady of the Shaw family, and naturally cannot have any relationship with a third party. As for me... | can only blame myself for having bad luck, coming from a small family, and living a pitiful life." Vivian saw that the woman was still sensible, sneered and raised her chin, "So, how are you going to help me become the lady of the Anderson family?" The woman smiled and didn't beat around the bush. She took out a small porcelain bottle from the bag next to her and pushed it slowly toward Vivian. "Give this to the young master of the Anderson family and make sure that he eats it. Then, guard him and ensure that when he opens his eyes, the first person he sees is you. Then, for the rest of his life, he will only love you and be devoted to you." Vivian stared at the black, ordinary-looking porcelain bottle and suddenly shuddered. She asked in a daze, "What is this...?" Vivian did want Osvaldo. But she wasn't completely stupid. If this woman used her to harm Osvaldo, it would bring disaster to the Shaw family.

"It's a kind of medicine,” the woman's tone was light, but her eyes couldn't say whether she was calm or not, "Miss Shaw, as for whether | will use you to harm the young master of the Anderson family... you can rest assured.” "Even if my skills are superb, in the end, | am just a weak woman who cannot afford to offend the Anderson family. Besides, if Miss Shaw fails to achieve her goal, she can come to me." Vivian's face showed hesitation. These reasons left no room for rebuttal. Her gaze fell on the black porcelain bottle again. It was clearly a worthless item, yet it inexplicably radiated a fatal attraction that kept Vivian's attention fixed on it.

Vivian's heart suddenly accelerated, "Will it really work?" Using medicine to make a man change his mind... no matter how one thinks about it, it seems absurd.

The woman's eyes suddenly became strange. She looked at Vivian and spoke softly, "Why wouldn't it work?" She stared at Vivian with a slightly fascinated gaze and smiled faintly, as if immersed in some memory. Her eyes were distant, conveying an inexplicable feeling, "In this world, there is no lover that cannot be taken away!" "No matter if it is beauty, power, wealth, or other means... there is always a way." "We just want to get the man we like, what's wrong with that?" "As long as you can firmly grasp the man you like, and as long as he is willing to love you, pamper you, marry you, and be with you for the rest of your life... what do some rumors matter?" "As long as that man belongs to you, everything is worth it..." Vivian's heart beat faster and faster, and even her palms sweated.

She stared at the woman across from her.

The woman smiled at her and her eyes were unexpectedly gentle.

A chill ran down Vivian's spine, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want?" "I don't want anything,” the woman looked into Vivian's eyes and curled her lips, "just make sure you steal that man away and let Nevaeh's daughter lose her beloved, suffer greatly, and wish for death... that's enough." Vivian suddenly shuddered, "Do you have a grudge with Selena?" The woman laughed...